There once was a time when I wished to be an Irish princess, Rose of Tralee to be specific. It was before I had located my father’s family in Ireland and I was reaching for any connection I could make to that magically green country from where the father I never met came. To become … Continue reading Irish royalty
I’ve spent far too much time since my divorce nearly a decade ago pondering what it is that I’m seeking in life from a partner. What the “right” relationship will or should look like. How to have realistic expectations without compromising my deepest wishes. Knowing when and how to move on. So many questions and … Continue reading Can(‘t) get (no) satisfaction
Recently it occurred to me that maybe dating isn’t always supposed to evolve into a capital R Relationship. At least not at every single* point in one’s life. For example, I’m in my mid 50s. In about five years I’ll be eligible to retire and my house will belong to me free and clear. It … Continue reading Is “date” just another four letter word?
Any sense of guilt for being self indulgent. Blanket statement. Justifying wine with bubbles. Feeling the need to try to explain anything to anyone committed to ignorance. Shame for being made happy by pretty clothes. Insecurity about my body. Trying to understand people who prefer being miserable to being happy. Believing that if I only … Continue reading 20 Things I’m leaving behind…
It’s been a full decade since my marital status changed. I remember being scared - about what would happen to the kids, my finances and my emotional and social life. There were so many unknowns and too few people to look to for guidance on this new path I found myself on. None of my … Continue reading Discoveries
I once worked in a restaurant where the expected confirmation response to a question or request, the “Polo” to one’s “Marco,” was “Heard.” I liked it. It seemed succinct, yet active. Not only did the single syllable communicate that the speaker’s words were effectively conveyed, but they were clearly acknowledged. Processed and ready to be … Continue reading Herd
Dating has never been my strength. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a good date. You can pretty much take me anywhere and I’ll find someone to talk with, an item on the menu to enjoy or a part of a performance or show to appreciate. That part is not an issue. It’s more of an … Continue reading Dating myself, the 50s